The air was thick and harsh, reeking of sweat and filth from the ragged crowd. Before them, by the entrance to Iris's house, stood a barbaric man.
He had dark, short hair and a scar across his left eye. This was no man. His presence spoke of war.
The man wore a loosened black shirt that showed his bare and scarred torso. He also had high, ankle-length black boots that were practical and military-inspired, while his expression remained nonchalant.
He was the commander of the commoners' district.
He stood there, hand on the hilt of his odachi sword, while other men held Iris captive and dragged her into a nearby wagon, to which she calmly complied.
The sight made Halo's blood boil. This was what he feared.
Everything was staged. Iris had wanted him to get out of the house to save himself. But why? With her intellect, they could've fought them off!
